A commentary
By J. F. Kelly, Jr.
“Who steals my purse steals trash,…But he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed.”
-William Shakespeare, from Othello, Act III
The worst thing that one human being can do to another is to destroy the other’s reputation. That is what Democrats on the Senate Judiciary Committee, aided and abetted by their Democrat colleagues, supporters and useful idiots in the liberal media, did to Judge Brett Kavanaugh. The evil was compounded by the pain they inflicted on his wife and daughters. They did this, not out of compassion for Kavanaugh’s accuser but purely for political purposes, to wit: to derail his confirmation or delay it until after the mid-term elections. That motive was revealed at the very outset of this travesty when Sen. Chuck Schumer and other Democrat leaders vowed to oppose the nomination by any means possible.
Complicit in this disgraceful smear strategy was California’s senior senator and ranking committee member Dianne Feinstein who sat on this allegation for six weeks in spite of ample opportunity to bring it up during committee hearings. This delay provided the opportunity for other uncorroborated accusations to surface. More will undoubtedly materialize out of thin air or the hazy recollections and creative imaginations of other would-be victims during the time it will take for the FBI investigation that the president has ordered. Anyone who thinks that a one-week time limit can be imposed on an FBI investigation simply does not know how the FBI works. Corroborated or not, the accusations will be believed by a large segment of gullible Americans who will believe anything which comports with their political or ideological biases or whatever the liberal media wants them to believe.
It is a basic tenet of the #MeToo movement that a woman who claims to be a victim of sexual assault never lies about such things. That is not supported by any reliable statistical evidence because it is simply not true. There are innumerable cases on record when women have. Females do not have a monopoly on truth. Of course, some people actually come to believe their own variations of the truth and can therefore pass a polygraph exam.
The brain is selective in retaining memories and, as Dr. Ford, a psychologist, has herself acknowledged, details become fuzzy over time. She cannot remember the date or the place where the attack occurred or how she got there or got home afterward. There is confusion over how many persons were allegedly present and none of her claims have been corroborated. Alleged witnesses have denied being present. If someone accused Dr. Ford of lying and making the entire story up because, say, she was jealous over being excluded from Judge Kavanaugh’s circle of friends (stranger things have happened), you’d be justified in calling it an outrageous accusation, devoid of any proof or corroborating evidence. But isn’t that what Dr. Ford is guilty of?
We may never know the truth and both Dr. Ford and Judge Kavanaugh probably believe that everything they have said is true. The headline on this column is taken from the lyric to a duet from the operetta “The Student Prince’ called “”Golden Days”, music by Sigmund Romberg, lyrics by Dorothy Donally. In it, two characters are reflecting fondly on their college years “looking back through memories haze”. There was a lot of beer drinking in those days as I well recall, and that haze no doubt had a lot to do with the substantial amounts of that golden nectar of the Gods that most of us consumed. And, as I recall, it was a co-ed pastime. One of Judge Kavanaugh’s accusers acknowledged that her memories contained gaps because she had been drinking. That didn’t stop her from accusing him of lewd conduct and so now Democrats are questioning his college drinking habits and classbook entries.
If college drinking habits decades ago have now become a cause for public humiliation and disqualification for public office, I fear a substantial percentage of the college graduate population is in a heap of trouble. I grew up in New Haven, a mid-sized city constructed around the Yale University campus. I couldn’t afford to go to Yale but I attended a nearby state college. I was quite familiar with the Yale watering holes where the “Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high” Some very prominent national leaders passed through those places so if we are going to examine undergraduate behavior, including drinking habits, parties and classbook entries decades ago by college kids still learning to become adults, by all means, let the games begin. It should be hilarious. Perhaps even scandalous.
Meanwhile, it might be a good idea for caring parents to have that conversation with your high school or college-bound sons. Do not do or say anything to any unrelated female that could possibly be construed as even hinting at unwelcomed attention. Does that sound a little bit like living in a country where the women wear veils? Oh, and you might want to discourage them from running for any elected office or high profile appointment that requires confirmation by the U.S. Senate. It might be dangerous to their reputation.
September 28, 2018